Chapter 71: Soft-hearted and passionate

"He has been soft-hearted since he was a child, and is very passionate." The man was an old acquaintance—Jing Chu, the oldest brother of Huayi, who was killed by his uncle.
During the conversation, he leaned over and poured a glass of water for himself and the people around him, who was busy taking a step back, and did not dare to say a word, raised his hands above his head before holding it.
In this account, there were no women, no slaves, and even animal skin brocades, jewellery, gold and silver, etc., which were used in the decoration of ordinary aristocrats' homes. They were just a box pit in the box, and several sheets were dry. On the clean table, there were several fruits of different sizes, and behind it was a screen with shadows revealing the same clean and tidy couch.
"Sit." Jing Chu said softly, sending the semi-cold water into the mouth absently, and seemed to linger for a while before continuing to whisper, "When he was young, he was kind enough to call me this brother I can't bear it when I look at it, like a person who made a dough. "
The man sitting in the chair only dared to scan one side, but did not dare to sit down. With a respectful expression, Wen Yan said: "Now the four young people have become the East Sea Kings, and they have swept across the eastern half of the continent, and they must have become cruel."
Jing Chu glanced at him obliquely, and smiled, "His hands may be hot, but his heart may not be cruel. You can rest assured that even if I haven't seen them for 20 years, I also know him. He is an anxious person. After ten years of fleeing, he has been a dead guest for ten years. Although the present is not the same as before, but his heart is not hard enough, it is natural that his amorous feelings will naturally become suspicious. In the end, although he has a deeper affection than everyone else, he is also better than anyone else. You ca n’t believe it. You look at it. Now that the 20 cities in the East China Sea are too big, Huayi thinks he is good at checks and balances, but that ’s just the behavior of Mo Shou and Chen Shou to keep the old ministry. "
The man busy said: "Yes, the leader is very opinionated."
Jing Chu waved his hand, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands in a small basin, and said, "It's late, and I'll ask someone to bring me over to sleep with me. We just saw the child sleepy, don't let His brothers noisy him. "
The human voice "Yes", then hesitated for a moment, hesitantly said, "Boss ..."
Jing Chu raised his eyelids, "Yeah," and only heard the man continue to say, "The leader is admirable, but admirable, but the young masters are still young, and there should always be a hostess in the account."
Jing Chu's wiping motion paused. He had married three women before and after, but I do n’t know if his wife was still overkill. All three women died of childbirth. Each of them left a son and died as if he had completed the task. Scary.
In addition to this, the leader of the right-mighty age seems to be not close to a woman, and his life is as light as an old man who is suffering.
"Will your women really take care of their own children?" Jing Chu's eyes glanced at him, but it didn't look like that, and the men felt like they looked over a poisonous snake, and couldn't help hitting it firmly. After the chill, after listening to his interrogation, he couldn't say anything else. He just listened to Jing Chu and continued, "I've been a dad who can take care of them. Why should an outsider reach for my account? Elder What else did you say? "
The man yelled: "The elder also said that during the festivals, the merchants who sent and received today sent a few dancers, all of whom were superb beauties. Do it. "
Jing Chu sneered lowly and waved, "Say to the old man, I don't have that interest, you can do it yourself."
The man withdrew from Jing Chu's account in a sincere and horrible manner, and only felt that the leader was more invisible.
He didn't like food, wine, or even beautiful people, nor enjoyed playing music. Seeing that the three children were still young, he barely had a bit of heart for the natural flesh and blood of these teeth, but That affection is also very limited-otherwise how can he be savage to keep his son and mother, and call him such young biological sons, one by one while he is still breastfeeding?
He had to fight, he was hard-hearted, diligent and self-denying, and said that Chu Chu was perfect except that he was an Asian beast.
Perfection can make people think about it, but if you think about it, you can't help getting creepy.
The creepy "perfect person" really saw through Huayi's heart.
The assassin was cleared up by the two of them only a moment later. He had restrained one of them and wanted to take him back for questioning. He walked two steps away, and the man fell down suddenly. He was dead.
Assassins are all living faces, and this time there is no proof.
During the Autumn Harvest Festival, such a thing happened in Wangcheng. Huayi quietly pressed down the fire, without alarming the people, he secretly returned to the king's account, and explained the city defense careful investigation. He did n’t have much time to know What happened near the tower in the morning.
Huayi Temple jumped fiercely.
When Yu Chun and his son joined, there were already two cities in Huayi's hands. They brought a tribe of seventy or eighty people to surrender. It was not easy for Huayi to accept them, which gave them an elder status.
So is they revenge on Chang'an for the morning?
No, it shouldn't be that simple. Nothing happened throughout the day of Chang'an City Tour. It happened that the assassin was encountered when he unloaded the sword and was with him in the evening, obviously not just against him. So ... Is it true that Yuchun and his son have a foreign heart?
Huayi sat in the king's tent by the light of the night pearl in the middle of the sea, with one hand on his head, and the shadow was dragged on the wall long, motionless. His handsome face was like the moody and supreme in ancient legends, his fingers Gently hit the small table.
Yu Chun is a fool, but his father is an old-fashioned good-willer. If he really started to look for two such assassins, wouldn't it be stupid?
Looking to this level, Huayi's mind quickly turned to his thoughts--is someone intentionally framed them?
Who would frame them intentionally?
A name is almost ready to come out-there are only seven elders in Wangcheng, and now they are full. Who can't wait to return to the elders?
Kazuo, only Kazuo.
In the evening, the words spoken by Changan suddenly flashed in Huayi's mind.
"I met Cazzo on the way after changing the shift and took me a few sips. I was probably bitter and I wanted to ask you to intercede."
So this matter ... Changan, did he know?
Was he saying that intentionally or unintentionally?
Considering this, Huayi couldn't help being upset.
He made a few laps in the same place, and wanted to turn back and ask Chang'an in the inner room several times. He stood up and sat back. After a while, he suddenly raised his hand to call someone in, facing the one who was waiting to hear his order. The guard, saying "when you check, who has the city owner contacted in the past few days", he almost blurted out.
… Swallowed again.
The guard was called inexplicably by him, and he looked at Huayi somehow, staring blankly at the table for a while, then waved him to retreat.
Huayi hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind and turned back to the inner room.
Chang'an left him a lamp, but people didn't feel sad overnight, and they fell asleep without any thought. The figures in the thin account were lavish. Huayi gently opened the account. I saw that Chang'an occupies only half of the bed side by side. Around his neck, he drooped on his bare / naked chest, only a little hair curled up on the vacated pillow, making his face look softer.
His arms were lean but powerful, and the shape of the bones implicated by the fine and tight muscles was a little protruding, spread out there as if waiting for someone to lie in his arms.
Huayi stared at him for a while, bent down and held Chang'an's hand, shook it gently, and woke him up in a silent way.
If you also lie to me, if you count me ... you are rich, I am alone, what fun is there?
"You tell me the truth," Huayi seemed to recognize his fate, and looked down. The expression on his face showed a kind of exhaustion in a place invisible to others. He closed his eyes and stuck it to the side of Changan's face Whispered almost as hard as his ears, "Chang'an, tell me the truth ..."
Changan's eyes opened with a gap suddenly clear. Huayi pressed his wrist firmly and pressed him under the quilt.
"what?"
Huayi took a deep breath and was speechless for a while.
Chang'an held his hand back and turned his head. The person who was very close to him turned out to be defeated and couldn't help asking: "You have eaten something badly, and remember something inexplicable. ? "
His words were clear, Huayi could not help but smile a bitterly.
A moment later, Huayi let go of Chang'an, sat upright, looked at his eyes and asked, "To tell you the truth, what's going on by the side of the city tower this morning? Did Cazzo tell you alone? What have you been tonight ... Have you heard any noise from the assassin tonight? "
Was the accident upstairs this morning or did you intentionally do it? Is Assassin cajo planting mischief for elder status? Have you calculated me with him?
The meaning of Huayi's words was directly asked, but in the end, he passed his heart. When he exited, he was so euphemistic that Changan did not respond for a while, and he stared at him with big eyes and small eyes for a while. There was a needle in the room The sound of the landing could be heard.
Suddenly, Changan's face changed. He grabbed the clothes on the side of the pillow and put it on his body, pointing coldly at the door, "You get out of me."
Seeing his reaction, Huayi knew in his heart that most of the matter had nothing to do with him, and he immediately let go of his entanglement. This is the nature of him. Asking him directly, it is as difficult as a knife ... But it is not so that he can frankly not leave a crack between himself and Chang'an, even if It is better for the person to make a fire in front of himself than to worry about, test, and prepare for bit by bit in daily life.
Huayi took a step back, gently pulled up the corner of the quilt, his eyebrows collapsed, and Xiaofu said lowly: "I will roll right away, you ... you lie down, Qiuliang is easy to ache ... ... "
His voice came to an abrupt end, because a half-knife with a single side blade poked straight on his chin, and the chill on the blade spread on Huayi's skin.
Changan's eyes were down, and his face could not see the mood, but it was already white and white. Long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and he gave him a word like "gold."
Huayi took a deep look at him and went out silently.
Chang'an sat stiffly for a moment, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest. The apex of his heart seemed to hold a very dangerous thread, acupuncture in general, followed by pain as the heart beat.
Huayi's was almost furious.